Nan Elmoth Diaries - Maeglin

Hunting down

Morion snorted and started to dig with his front hoof in the ground. He shook his black head and mane and was determined not to go a step further. Maeglin patted the strong neck of the black stallion loudly and started to sing to him to encourage him. Morion shook his whole body and laid down, trying to rub his rider off his back. The elf jumped to the side to not get caught under the mighty black elven horse.

"If you do not want to go, then we will need to take a rest." Maeglin took a handful of oats out of a bag and fed it to the horse. He had spurred the stallion hard through the whole day. He had gone out to hunt. This was his official reason to leave the dwelling. But the truth was that he was desperately longing to see the blue sky and one special elf

His father became more and more determined than no elf of his household was allowed to wander under the sunlit skies. Aredhel suffered under this newest law horrible and Maeglin was sick of obeying them. He had made plans for days to escape the dwelling and the only plausible explanation that he found for his sire, was to lie and tell him that he was going to hunt. Maeglin had been surprised how easily this lie had come over his lips. And so he had left long before sunrise and had promised to be back before the next sunrise.

He desperately needed to catch a glimpse of the dwelling which was on the banks of the river Celon way north of their own . With his newest laws Eöl had caused a feud under the elves and had driven many away including Lithônion as well as Aeghelion and his family, who all left in anger.

He laid down in the grass and looked at the blue sky above him. He did not want to close his eyes only enjoy the light. Morion started to graze and dived his snout into the river to drink. He came back and brushed his soft snout over his master's face, sniffing all over him. Maeglin tenderly pushed the mighty head of his horse to the side "Nay, I do want to smell your grassy breath. Let me see the sun."

Hours passed like minutes as the ellon just enjoyed the silence and the light of fields and meadows north of the dark forest.

Suddenly he lifted his head. He heard a singing voice. An elleth! He rolled around and got on his knees. Noiseless he crawled through the high grass. His ears led him closer to the singing. He snuck to an fallen elm and slowly lifted his head to watch.

An young elleth was on her knees on the banks of Celon and washed clothes. Her hands had turned red from the ice cold water and little sweat pearls formed on her top lip. In a steady rhythm she pushed a light colored hemp tunic into the water. She soaked it and took a piece of curd soap and foamed it on the cloth. She rubbed the tunic over the rocks to get dirt and stains out and rinsed it and repeated the procedure before putting it into a wicker basket.

Maeglin was amazed over her swift movements. He had never observed how the ellith cleaned his dirty cloths. The elleth had her hair in two long plaids , that she had wrapped in zigzag over her head and had fixed it with long pins. From time to time she brushed a strand of hair that had escaped her behind her left ear.

Maeglin recognized the pins in her hair and sighed. He checked on his horse and saw him still chewing grass. The ellon grabbed several flowers and wound fast a little circlet out of the daisies and bellflowers.

The elleth took another piece of clothing and dived it into the cold waters of the river Celon. Maeglin got quickly up and ran down the little hill. He jumped through the hip high grass and noiseless he kneeled down behind her and put the circlet on her head. As the elleth wanted to put the tunic into the basked he grabbed her hands.

Spooked she tried to jump up and stared at the ellon. "Lachiel. Do not fear. It is me, Maeglin!" He pulled her close to him and tried to kiss her. Lachiel wanted to wiggle her hands out of his grip but he held them firm. "I am not allowed to see you anymore. My adar and my brothers have forbidden it."

Maeglin lowered his eyes to the ground. "I know. I am very sorry about this." He let her go. Lachiel still stared at him. "They said, they will slay you if they find you." The ellon sighed deep and shook his head. "It was my sire who drove them all away - not me."

Lachiel cupped his face and stroke his chin with her thumb. "I know, Maeglin. They have sworn an oath of blood revenge." For a moment they were silent and the ellon moved his head so he could gently kiss her fingers. "I missed you so bad." Lachiel bent over and kissed his lips lovingly.

She scanned the fields around them, worrying that someone might have seen him coming down the hill, but there was nobody. As she calmed down she pulled slightly on one of the strings at his neck that closed his tunic.

"My adar said, that if you come across my way, I shall run and hide. But you will hunt me down, won't you?" Maeglin's dark eyes sparkled and he nodded "You can not escape me!"

Lachiel got up and looked one more time around the fields and the banks of the river. Suddenly she started to run. As fast as her small feet could carry her she chased over the field further away from the dwelling. And while she ran, she opened her hair, let it fly in the wind.

Maeglin kneeled in the deep grass. He was barely visible. And then he jumped up and gave pursuit like a shadow flying over the grass.

Lachiel looked over her shoulder, he was coming closer and they had put some distance between them and the dwelling. She felt him already, could sense the heat of his body.
And the next moment she was hit on her shoulder, swirled around and pushed down into the grass.

Maeglin had hunted her down, had caught his prey. Her mouth found his lips hungrily and she dragged his body down to hers, grabbed his broad shoulders, held him tight to never let him go again.

Their tongues met in despair, danced with each other. Lachiel tore on Maeglin's tunic to get it off. Quickly he slipped out of it. Her fingers dug deep into his milky white skin. Maeglin moaned, he was longing for her. He opened her blouse and sat her up to pull it from her body. Her long and slender arms escaped the rough hemp clothing and she wrapped them around his neck, pulling him down again.

Again their mouths found each other as Maeglin propped himself on his elbow and his fingers twisted her already hard nipple. He cupped her breast, moved his mouth of her lips and sucked the stiff and rosy button between his lips. His tongue circlet it. A thin and quiet scream escaped her throat as he softly bit it.

Lachiel caught the belt that held his breeches. Desperately she tried to get it open. She jerked it in all directions. The ellon reached down and quickly the sturdy metal opened. Lachiel's small hands instantly started to push those pants down and as she succeeded she grabbed his highly erected elfhood tight. Maeglin moaned as she rubbed it impatiently.

He pulled her long skirt up to her hips and opened the buttons on the side. She arched her back so he could slip it down over her legs. Maeglin threw it aside. He never took his eyes from the elleth he had deep feelings for. Lachiel pulled him down on her again. She spread her legs already inviting him to take her instantly.
Maeglin bent his head down again and continued to lick and suck her breasts, moving his head constantly between those little but firm little hills. His hand traveled down her slim body and he stroke that flat abdomen of hers.

Lachiel arched her back again, longing to feel him. "Sh, my beloved, do not rush." He tried to calm her down, feeling the heat of her body as she pulled him down on her again. He knew he would not be able to hold himself back for long.

His fingers divided her folds and as his fingers touched her little pearl, it stood out highly erected out of it's hood. Lachiel jumped as he rubbed and circled it. "More, Maeglin, please more."

Without warning he pushed two fingers into her, feeling her walls tight and wet. Lachiel started to contract this core of her tenderness, sucking his fingers deeper into her. Maeglin pushed them deeper and searched for that little spot inside of her walls, which would give her so much pleasure.

But Lachiel desired different. With both her little hands she pulled his fingers out of her, but grabbed violently his fully aroused and hard elfhood. She pushed her back up forcing him to come closer.
As she pulled and rubbed his rock hard member, she begged him to finally give her relieve.

Maeglin bit her neck again and sucked her nipples into his mouth. And he did not want to hold himself back longer. He took her legs and threw them over his back, around his waist and with one single thrust he penetrated her deep. Lachiel moaned and pushed her hips higher up to feel him more.

The ellon retreated and slowly pushed into her repeatedly, lengthening and hardening his strokes each time. Lachiel clung on to his shoulders moaning every time he thrust deeper into her. She found his rhythm and threw her body rapidly against him.

And as he felt her tightening around him and her fingers dug deep into the skin on his back, leaving deep scratches around him he thrust one more time deep into her body, feeling bottom ashe cried her name out and spilled his seed knowingly into her body. He collapsed over her while her body still was in caught spasm and she screamed into his ears.

Her legs were still wrapped around his waist as she stroked the hair of the heavily breathing ellon who rested his face on her chest. She suddenly saw a light like a halo building up around them and felt a new sensation in her body. And as the tears of the certainty to never see him again welled up in her eyes, she smiled. The warm feeling in the depth of her body became more and more intense and the fruit of their passion settled inside of her.